Your radiance is coveted, yet manifests on every face

Cloaking everything in a delicate layer of golden lace

Rising even before the first birdsong of the day

Brimming with spirit, careless but elegant you sway

Leaning against walls, sitting picturesque on an old chair

Each room drips with remnants of you, so pure, so fair

You enkindle a familiar warmth, with the slightest touch

If only you knew how people crave to stay, enclasped in your clutch.